Emily Sato

[/b]Emily Sato

Age & Date of Birth: 18 | July 23

Gender: Female

Class: Lower Class

Occupation: Systems Programmer for Middle Class ( freelance hacker )

Affiliation: Civilian ( vigilante sympathizer )

Genetic Modifications: Eye color ( red ).

Unique Tech:
Security Dampening Mask.

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Data Driver.

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Punk Bag of Holding.

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Appearance:
4'11. Albino Japanese. Red eyes. Heavy black makeup ( eyes & lips ), red eyeliner on outer lower eyelid. Snake bites, industrial piercing, multiple piercings in ear shell. White hair, thick blunt bangs, twin buns and long back, Magenta underlayer of hair.

Personality: She's rude, crude, and doesn't really know what having a self censor means. Her temper is quick to push towards anger, though she'll settle for very clearly agitated usually. Not to mention the fact she's also cocky and views herself as better than most people around her, which typically accompanies the annoyance for idiotic action. A sour expression is typically seen on her face, brow pulled down and lips pulled back into a sneer. 'Resting bitch face' couldn't be more accurate.

In most cases, she'd rather bull rush into a fight than admit she was wrong about someone / something, much more eager to bite her tongue until it bleeds than have her pride chipped. Accepting help isn't something she ever thinks to do either - assuming anyone that actually wants to assist is doing it for selfish reasons. Because of that thinking it takes her a while to stop being suspicious of those around her and actually break the hard outer shell she uses to keep herself at a distance.

She has a weakness for pretty things, though she would fiercely deny it if anyone pointed that fact out. She especially loves flowers and the color pink. Showing any sort of softness or weakness isn't something she want to do, which only lands her into situations she's not happy with. On the flip side, injustice and unfairness are two of the things she despises the most, and she'll openly dismiss the actions / words if they're directed at her - or others. Even if she doesn't like someone, she'll snap back for them if something is unfair.

She can't cook to save her life.
Suffers from motion sickness, especially when dealing with water.

Background: Emily was born in Upper Class, and quite frankly, she hated it. All the rules, the need to be 'prim and proper'. Maybe it was just her parents - seeing as they were government officials - but all she knew was that she wanted freedom she couldn't have. So on the day of her test, she was certain to do just bad enough to knock herself down into the lower levels of Novus.

Two years kept her busy, and it taught her a lot about the state of their world. Cut off, isolated, controlled. She hated it. All of it. She she started to learn how to hack better than she could before. Emily had always been a bit of a tinkerer while living in Upper Class, and those skills came in quite handy once she landed a less than legal job with a group that wanted the freedom from their social shackles just like she did. She made a bit of a name for herself, going by the alias 'Raijin', in the underground by selling programs and tech of the illegal persuasion, and was approached by a group for assistance in a few projects to help the less fortunate people around the lower class and slums.

Vigilantes, they called themselves. Fools, she called them. But they helped her none the less, and combined with her ability to break into a Middle Class mainframe with ease, the group easily overtook a storage facility and delivered food and medicine to everyone in the slums and lower class that needed it.

She still thinks Vigilantes are fools. Every last one of them fighting a battle towards freedom to do as they please. That's one reason why she decided to help them. It only made sense for a fool to be among other fools.[/ul]